The waitress looks at me and I smile. “The same please, love.”
She straightens, flashing me a grin and fluttering her lashes. It’s so pathetic I almost laugh. Does she not see the beautiful creature next to me? Bella’s hand lands on my thigh under the table and pinches, and I turn to her with a wink, dismissing the waitress.
“No eating the servers, I want my fucking pancakes,” she snarls, but I see the truth in her eyes, the jealousy rearing its ugly head. Maybe I shouldn’t play with her, but it’s too much fun getting a rise out of her. Just then I feel a tug on my thigh and my mouth drops open when she flashes me a blade covered in blood. I look at my leg and burst out laughing. The crazy woman stabbed me in the thigh for smiling at another woman.
“Possessive, Bella, I like it,” I purr when I can get myself under control. She rolls her eyes.
“Possessive of my coffee and pancakes, that’s all, don’t flatter yourself,” she grumbles, leaning back in her seat and watching the other people again.
A minute later, two mugs of steaming black coffee and a jug of milk are dropped on our table by the waitress. I blink, noticing she has put on makeup and brushed her hair...for me? How sad. Just then Bella leans into my side, draping herself across me. I smirk, thinking she’s marking her territory since mates are like that, but then her voice stops me.
“Oh, honey, please, won’t you go see the doctor about your problem getting hard? I miss having a man between my thighs. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I’m sure lots of men only get it up when watching cartoons,” she whisper shouts, making sure the waitress hears. “Oh hi, thank you,” she says louder, grabbing the coffee.
The waitress glances from her to me, her eyes wide as she backs away with a shocked look. As soon as she’s out or range, I burst into laughter again. “Cartoons?” I ask.
Bella shrugs, adding milk and sugar to her coffee. “It’s okay, your secret is safe with me,” she teases.
Leaning close, I feel her shiver against me and smile as I press my lips to her ear. “Want me to show you how...hard I am for you right now? Especially if you need a real man between your thighs? I volunteer,” I rumble, licking the shell of her ear. She shivers again and I grin in triumph, but then freeze when I feel something pressed to my cock through my trousers.
I look down, spotting the spoon she was stirring her coffee with held like a knife to my crotch. “A spoon?” I choke.
“Don’t underestimate it. I can scoop your balls and your cock off if you try that shit again, lover boy,” she tells me casually, before tapping the top of my cock with the spoon and then pulling it away, placing it on the table, and leaning back while nursing her mug like nothing happened.
“Oh, Bella, our life together is never going to be boring,” I murmur, but she ignores me completely, something else I’m not used to.
“I need to pee, move,” she announces, placing her mug on the table.
Smirking, I lean back in the booth and look at her pointedly. She narrows her eyes on me, the stormy depths flashing dangerously before she throws her hair over her shoulder.
“Fine, that’s the way you want to play it, blood sucker? Game on,” she snaps.
Throwing her leg over my lap, she straddles me, staring down at me as she smirks. My hands go to her hips, steadying her and squeezing her curves as she leans into me, her lips nearly touching mine. “You’ll lose,” she whispers, her hand brushing down my chest and over my hard cock before she moves off me and saunters down the corridor where the toilets are labelled.
What have I gotten myself into? Usually I win every game I play, but something tells me my mate is going to blow that out of the water and have me begging after her like a pup in heat.
She comes back a minute or two later and does the same slide over me to get back into her seat. My cock jerks in my pants at the proximity, wanting to bust through the Italian material and reach her. Gritting my teeth, I throw some of the coffee back and grimace. The bleeding in my thigh automatically healed, but there is a hole in my trousers now.
“I’m going to need to feed again soon, especially with you stabbing me,” I point out, although it’s not true at all, but I want to see what she will do. Will she let me feed from her? My fangs ache at the thought of sinking into her pale skin, her sweet blood hitting my system as she rides my cock at the same time.
Shifting to rearrange myself, I drape my arm across her shoulders, and when she doesn’t shake it off I want to happy dance. “You need to feed?” she inquires, her tone sweet and I don’t trust it at all.
“Yes,” I hedge slowly.
She whips out her knife, pushes up her sleeve, and cuts her finger. My mouth drops open as she looks at me before dipping her bleeding finger into my coffee and swirling it like a stirrer. My fangs descend instantly as the scent of her blood hits me like a sledgehammer. My muscles bunch at the restraint of keeping myself still and not jumping her and tearing into her throat to get more. I’ve never had issues with control...until her.
She pulls her finger out, her eyes still on me, and licks it clean, showing me the cut has sealed before she puts her gloves back on and goes back to sipping her coffee like nothing happened.
“I’ve narrowed down what you are. There are only a few reasons why you wouldn’t want the council to know about you. You broke a law, you are a hybrid, or you killed someone important,” I challenge, watching her for reactions.
She grins, looking over at me. “Wrong.” Then she goes back to watching the others while I frown.
“What are you then?”
“Is the old nightwalker struggling because he has to know everything and can’t figure out what I am?” she taunts, and damn if she isn’t right.
“I’ve seen everything this world has to offer...you are something else. But what?” I press, leaning closer, her smell hitting me again.
“When you figure it out, let me know.” She winks.
Grabbing my coffee, I take a sip, and my eyes close and fangs throb as her blood mixed with the aromatic flavour hits my tongue, almost making me come in my slacks like a baby vamp. Licking my lips to catch every drop, I open my eyes and look at her to see her watching me with a hungry expression.
Raising my lip slightly, I lick at the end of my huge fangs and she shivers. “When you want to feed me for real, and you will, Bella, let me know,” I retort, winking at her and licking my bottom lip to catch a stray drop of her concoction before taking another drink.
She goes silent after that, and by the time the food arrives, I have licked every last drop from the mug, her blood is so addicting. She tucks into her pancakes, making this maddening groaning noise in the back of her throat which has me imagining bending her over this table and draping her over those fucking pancakes as I eat her.
I play with my food, wishing I was eating her instead. Fuck, this trip is wearing on my will power already. I’m not a man to beg. Never have been, but for her I think I would. I would get on my knees right here if it meant letting me taste her, hold her, fuck her. Not that I’ll tell her that, not yet. My mate is skittish, she would freak and run. She still thinks after our deal is through, I plan on letting her go, poor girl.
When she has finished eating, the waitress comes over again, purposely not looking at me, and hands over the bill. Bella instantly pulls out some cash and passes them over, their fingers touching for a second. I see a flash of light as Bella gasps, her body turning rigid in her seat next to me. I growl, my eyes going to her, but she isn’t here anymore, I can feel it, her body is but she isn’t.